Ashtrays and Roses

I leaf the old pages of your past
Moments I wished would last
Farewells we've for too long escaped
Left my heart torn, unshaped

Another sip of wine,
Get me back to March nine
A delicate reminiscence of mine
An evening when I held your heavy hand
Seeking our freckle hearts a mend

You push the heaviest doors
Which you cannot open
Too many sores
Weakness slowly giving in

Dead red roses heal no pain
Also dyspeptic ashtrays repent off no sin
Dear Love, I hate to see you so vain
Full of fear all over your skin

As time pass by
I still believe in your return
For I know you too for my warmth yearn

I hope violets will bloom for you,
And all the images you drew
Will become true
Also the silhouettes you dwelt
The joy we haven't since long felt
Would have our hearts melt.